"You think you've got the skill to provoke me?" Wang Laiwei saw Dean Zhao falter and couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
"Asking for death."
Dean Zhao frowned. He was no stranger to fighting, having climbed his way to this position often on the backs of others. Initially, he had thought Wang Laiwei wasn't much of a challenge.
To his surprise, Wang Laiwei, though appearing frail, had explosive power and swift movements.
But he couldn't accept defeat. He raised his fists again and charged at Wang Laiwei, who scoffed and simply lifted his foot, landing a kick squarely on Dean Zhao's chest.
This move had proven who was stronger and who was weaker.
Dean Zhao hadn't expected the kick to hurt so much. He staggered back several steps, thankfully caught by Ye Xiaofei, or he would have surely fallen flat on his backside.
"Not too shabby!"
